"That's nice," He states, and it's hard to tell if he means the touches or the story. He wishes he had a mom like tim's. He can't remember a damn thing about her, save the picture he's got stowed away with his father's boxing robe.

"You're lucky you have her," He says softly, and for a moment, it sounds like he's going to sleep.

That's when he speaks again: "one day, you should bring her up here. I'd love to meet her."